The invader will drive out, kill, deport,
Bring his own brood onto what he seized,
Will feel himself the victor,
Having explained that he is not stealing.

Not many years will pass,
Descendants will call it primordial,
With the brand of greedy orcs
They will stamp them and curse them.

In time they will stand in defense
Against that same horde of their own,
Would one’s own not attack —
Let them know where they came from.